Because once a Lubavitcher, always a Lubavitcher. #amiright?
Death, you are my hugest fear, but also a sneaky beam of brilliant hope for transcendence.
The world is a whole lot bigger now.
I’m seeing bald eagles tendering their letters of resignation, unwilling to be guilty by association.
Jacob brings Leah the idea of opening their relationship to Rachel.
Baalei teshuva get reminded of our backgrounds in the most obscure ways. Here's one example that's coming up a lot recently: Chassidim do not understand Polarfleece.
I'm not hysterical about Trump, and I don't worry much about anti-Semitism. Though I'm no optimist, the panic surrounding me feels unduly intense. Let's hope I'm right.
